Free Thirteen (Love by Numbers Book 4) by E.S. Carter Page B

package. By the end of the story, it’s me who has tears in my eyes.
    “Mr Puss Puss. Oh, my days. You really haven’t had have much luck lately. I’m surprised I got a second chance.”
    “It’s a payback date.” He replies sternly, but I can see a smile in his eyes.
    Mission complete.
    I made the cute guy with the sad eyes smile. Even if he didn’t want to.

 
    S pending time with Jake, Emma and Lilah was the most fun I’ve had in… forever.
    Lilah fits into the group like she’s always been part of it, and, thinking back, I could never see Bella, my ex, fitting in like this. She couldn’t help but make snide and catty comments and then try and veil them with a smile.
    Lilah is her complete opposite, and it’s refreshing.
    I can tell Jake and Emma like her too and knowing this only makes my attraction to her seem even more real. If my friends approve, it validates how I can like this girl so quickly, without me over-thinking everything.
    I like her. A Lot.
    I wonder if she likes me too or if this is all just a bit of fun.
    Not that it isn’t fun. It is.
    Oh bloody hell, I sound like a girl.
    I’ve lost my nuts and grown a vagina.
     
    “T hanks for today, I had a great time. Your friends are really cool.”
    Lilah’s words interrupt the silence as I drive her back home.
    I clear my throat discreetly, now’s my chance to ask her for a proper date, not a payback one.
    “I’d like to do you again.”
    “Excuse me?”
    Fuck.
    “ It. I’d like to do it again, with you. A date, a proper one, not a payback one.”
    I pull up just outside her building as I ask. Turning off the engine, I swivel to look at her, hoping like hell that she doesn’t blow me off. I like this girl, she makes me feel like me, not the ghost of me that I’ve been for over a year.
    Her smile is wide and genuine when she turns to look at me, “I’d like that, Harry. I’d like that a lot if I’m honest.”
    I can’t stop my eyes from looking at her lips. I wonder what they taste like?
    When I look back at her face, she’s watching me watching her, and her smile has gone from playful to flirty.
    I’m going to kiss her. No, I’m going to kiss the shit out of her and leave her thinking about me until I see her again.
    I lean towards her just as she leans a little towards me, both of us flicking our eyes from each other’s to our lips and back again. My heart picks up pace in my chest. I feel nervous, excited and horny. If the way my dick is twitching in agreement, I’m feeling hornier than I have for a bloody long time.
    Our lips are a millimetre away from touching, our breaths intermingling. Her eyes close on an exhale, and I know the taste of her is going to blow my mind.
    Bang, bang, bang, bang!
    Lilah flies backwards at the sound of a fist hitting the shit out of my window and as I flinch at the sound, I hit my head on the sun visor and let out a curse.
    “Motherfucker!”
    Rubbing my head, I spin towards the window to see the angry face of a guy I’ve never laid eyes on before.
    “Oh, for fucks sake.” Lilah groans from beside me.
    I turn away from the bloke who is about two seconds away from facing my wrath and look back at her.
    “You know this idiot?”
    “It’s Wayne.”
    “Wayne?”
    “My husband.”
    My face must say what my mouth cannot and she quickly adds, “My soon to be ex-husband, when the twazzock finally agrees to sign the divorce papers.”
    He begins to bang on the window once more, and I’m ready to rip this bloke a new one.
    “Is he harassing you?”
    “Sometimes.” She can see the anger take over my features and rushes to add, “Nothing I can’t handle, though. Please don’t let him bait you. He’s a weasel, and he thrives off getting a reaction. Just ignore him, please?”
    I grit my teeth, the tightness in my jaw capable of snapping a few molars, especially when the prick begins to pound his fist on the glass once more, adding, “Delilah, get out of the car. Now.”
    I stiffen and swing